Purpose, a wedding and too much gin
|Getting ready for wedding: Full make-up? I’d forgotten how long that takes!|
On Saturday morning I found myself in front of the bathroom mirror applying make-up and curling my hair. Kissing Busby and Nick farewell I power-walked to the station in the wind and rain, praying the awful weather wasn’t completely destroying my recently coiffed hair, and ignoring the odd looks I received in my wedding get-up from passers-by who, from the looks on their disapproving faces, must’ve assumed I was doing the walk of shame. Oh folks, you couldn’t be further from the truth!
On the train I stared at my teeny tiny bag. Panic swept over me; where was my changing bag? I never leave the house without my changing bag! How was I going to feed Busby? Or change her? And for that matter, where was Busby? Oh no, wait a minute I was going to a wedding, child-less and partner-less, everything baby-related was safely at home where I’d left Nick bouncing her in her chair…
|Bag comparison: Tiny clutch vs Huge changing bag|
By Saturday evening I’d drunk far too much gin (seriously, I’m still suffering now and it’s two days later!) and was dancing like a loon to a variety of
choooones songs, some of which I’d never heard before. (I’m not down with the kids anymore.) I found myself surveying the room; I was surrounded by people I’d known for 10+ years; people I love, people I’ve grown up with, people I went to school and college with. But my life has changed so substantially over the past year that I felt a little out of place. If you read my blog regularly you will know that I’m one of the first in my group of friends to have a baby. Most of my friends lives are still relatively responsibility-free; weekends are spent getting drunk, mornings are spent recovering from hangovers and enjoying lie-ins. Money is spent on nice holidays, meals out and socialising. Work hard, play hard.
|Some of the college group at 18!|
Do I miss that? Do I miss the freedom? In someways I do; things like being able to leave the house at the drop of a hat. Having time to paint my nails and dye my hair. Being able to have one more glass of wine because I’ll be able to sleep it off. I’m sure my conversation topics used to be more exciting; now dominated by sleeping patterns (everyone always asks this one), growth changes and baby-gushing. But you know what? I’m fine with this. In fact I love this. I feel like my life has more purpose (cue bursting into Avenue Q song) than it has ever had, and so much more meaning. I wouldn’t change my life as a mummy for anything: not even 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep!
Waking up on Sunday morning at 7.30am with a hangover (and in need of a hip-replacement after too much Gangnam Style dancing) was not what I’d call fun, but Busby had slept through the night and awoke gently cooing… now there’s a girl who understands her Mutti’s needs! The wedding itself was lovely; it was wonderful to catch up with friends I haven’t seen for months, and be someone other than “mummy” for a few hours. Oh, and I’ve totally nailed the embarrassing parent dance!